Mountains Shadows
“The unconscious mind speaks in symbols”,
Like patterns on a white washed wall.
Drooping soft in a time that’s nimble.
Conscious of it all.
To peer beyond the meaning,
The whispers and the screaming.
Drowned by unemotional reprieve.
For each and all to take their heed.
Listen so intently on the words they seldom speak,
For starvation of the mind is instantaneous and meek.
And gently wander to the top of every mountain peak.
Where roses grow in hills of snow.
This is where I seek.
Illuminating shadows on the whitest ground below
This is where the ghosts and the angels here bestow.,
In the moon
light darkness of what’s real,
Embrace the moment and for a moment feel.
The stillness of your breath, the beating of your pulse,
Your emptied mind and body, like there is not any else.
This is where you’ll see, however fate can be,
The connections of the heart, the earth, your bones and all the heaping stones.
Like water in a jar, floating between imagination and reality afar.
Connect the dots, or your mind will rot, and pattern with the stars.,
Forever shall they keep, Within their glow the weep.
That loneliness Portrays, surrounded by an empty black.
As space is here outreaching, all apart so far,
Light-years there and back
Nor the tallest man could grasp.
We shall float and weave and fly.
Let the rules rewrite, till all must wither
In the quietude and die.
Everything must end
The largest star, the moon Above, and eternal love.
All will filter through the cold, singing, wrapped with lust..
For memory only will keep its life.
Upon this rocky world.
Sanity deprived..
The milky way has curled.